El oh El I might be late, idk...
It's not all that good...
I kinda suck at this.
CONTINUING THE STORY
As Helen walked away slowly to support her lie, she glanced back at the old storyteller. He continued to be in a trance with the moon's gaze. He snapped his gaze towards Helen and asked her "Have you ever gazed upon something so beautiful?"
Helen, startled, shook her head no as she walked back towards the storyteller.
"She's a bute al'right."
"Indeed," Helen replied.
"You know, I know plenty of tales about the moon, ranging from the first time we landed on her to the civilization of people on the moon."
"You do?" Helen asks, taken back at the astonishment.
"Yes, but alas, people merely think them tall-tales."